Friday Link Pack

Friday Link Pack (via)

Björk interviews herself.

– I’m a CEO: Here’s how I taught my daughter, from a young age, to thrive as a professional

Notion is a unified & collaborative workspace for your notes, wikis, and tasks.

One person’s history of Twitter, from beginning to end

– Desperate to quit your job? Read this first.

I agree with Grace: These book lists should really be curated more thoughtfully.

– Americans are pack rats. Swedes have the solution: ‘Death cleaning.’ (via)

Swipe Fatigue: How online dating is failing us

Getting Comfortable Versus Getting Lazy

– Is something upsetting you? Watch this. (via)

– Thanks to this blog post by Yancey (and Craig Mod) I know use Outlook on my phone for my email. It’s fantastic.

– I am finally embracing Farro.

Cute emergency.

I asked Tinder for my data. It sent me 800 pages of my deepest, darkest secrets (via)

– Hmm.. Everything in your life, right now, is a reflection of what you believe you deserve.

– Jan Tschichold: A Brief History of the Ampersand

– In two weeks I am going to give Getaway a try. Tiny cabins in the woods.

This sleek, modern vessel is both a watering can and pitcher for watering both you and your plants!

– Forget the carving, here’s your DIY Tattly Pumpkin.

Why You Shouldn’t Buy a “New” Book on Amazon

US telcos appear to be selling direct, non-anonymized, real-time access to consumer telephone data to third party services — not just federal law enforcement officials — who are then selling access to that data.


via Swiss Miss

October 20, 2017 at 08:43PM




I’m so high on cookies it’s INSANE!

I sat down for the Wrap Up show and there was a bag with a note and I figured it was a gift from the Stern show but it turned out to be a bag full of Levain chocolate chip cookies, delivered by Judy Tint, and it made me so happy. I ate two for lunch and two after dinner and now I may never sleep again, high on sugar. The cookies are akin to cakes, thick, and the chocolate chocolate chip ones are to die for, I’d like to say you can stop eating them, but you can’t.

And a lot of people recommended their personal haunts in the city, and I’d like to try them all out, but alas I’m now in Connecticut, my homeland, where it is so…


That’s right, the leaves have not turned yet, or just barely. But if you live in Los Angeles Connecticut is a revelation, you take it for granted when you live here, but the foliage makes you feel warm and alive, cocooned, like the planet was made to be inhabited by people.

And my mother lives in an apartment on the sixth floor and from her balcony you can look over the Sound all the way to Long Island, and this may not mean anything to you if you’re not from the area, but once upon a time the Hamptons were not hip and the thought of taking the ferry to the Island…wasn’t exactly unthinkable, but you didn’t do it. This was before I went to summer camp and found out so many lived on that island known as Long, found out about the Five Towns, and once again you either know what I’m talking about or you don’t. And the truth is the east coast is one big club, with its own references, a bunch of culture, and if you live here it’s hard to move anywhere else, but some of us escape, to Florida, where the humidity will kill you, or Los Angeles, where the most important thing is what kind of car you drive, which is just phony enough for me. Hell, where I went to college never comes up in California, whereas in the east it’s a badge of honor.

So I woke up and went to the Stern show.

One thing you’ve got to know about New York is the security. You can’t make your way into any building without credential. And the elevators have no buttons, you can go to your floor and only your floor, and this used to seem like overkill but in this era of Las Vegas, of mass shootings every week, it’s good to be safe, hell, you get off the elevator and you still can’t get into Sirius, there’s a guard, you’ve got to be buzzed in.

So I was greeted by Steve Brandano, Stern’s young music expert. He talked about loving the Dead with Mayer, going to six of Phish’s Baker’s Dozen, and liking Daniel Glass’s Jade Bird and Durand Jones, I love picking people’s brains, seeing what they’re excited about, that’s where I get my best tips.

And then the show ended and we were ushered into the Wrap Up studio and that’s when I realized I was out of energy. I started to talk and…

I wasn’t gonna blow my big moment, was I?

Reminded me of the bar exam. The multistate. Whose cutoff point is higher in California than anywhere else. When I took the bar far under 50% passed it. And they say you guess on the multistate, multiple choice exam, BUT NOT BOB LEFSETZ!

Oh yes I did. It was about ninety minutes into an all day exam and I realized…

I was flunking. So I went to the bathroom, sat on the pot, pulled myself together, and passed.

So during the first commercial break I ate an energy bar, got up my gumption and…

Ran with it.

Gary wanted to talk vinyl. I told him I had all mine and was all for it as long as the records were originally recorded analog, i.e. on tape, otherwise it’s a fetish, hell, many people buy vinyl who don’t even own turntables!

And they asked me to beat up on Rahsaan for not liking the Beatles.

But I couldn’t. You see it’s a white boomer thing. And Rahsaan is black and thirty two and grew up in a household of funk. Everybody’s s ethnocentric, everybody’s so self-satisfied. But the truth is there’s a generation gap as wide as the one in the sixties, been happening for years, when you listen to the Spotify Top 50 and laugh, the joke is on you, there’s a culture in hip-hop, boosted not only by music but the clothing, and the oldsters just can’t understand it, and since white boomers have power they think they’re right, that their music rules, but they’re wrong.

Then again, Rahsaan loved “Led Zeppelin II” and the Beatles and the classic acts drove the culture in a way hip-hop does not, because we had so few outlets and we all listened to the same ones, radio ruled, and I’ll argue the old music was better because in today’s income inequality world the middle class does not go into the industry but we can discuss that amongst ourselves.

And the thing about the Stern show is it’s a family. And you feel included. We talked about Sal and Ronnie and it was like talking about someone you go to school with, we all want to belong and being at the Stern show feels like home, and you never want to leave.

But ultimately I did.

And I went out to this restaurant Whelk with my mother, in Westport, I Yelped it, had eight oysters and a lobster dish, you can’t get this variety of oysters in the west, one from Norwalk, right next door, and another from Connecticut and the rest from Massachusetts! And they were all delicious. Did I tell you about the time Marc Reiter and I went out for dinner and ordered eighty oysters? Your man Luke may be able to eat fifty eggs, but we can eat…

And Paul Newman lived in Westport and the Post Road is the same but different. The Chinese restaurant is gone, but Gold’s Delicatessen is still there. And you drive past the haunts that were a staple of your youth, when you were not only young, but ignorant, yet thought you knew everything, and you feel a sense of connection and loss all at the same time. This is my life, but I know I’m never returning here anymore.

That’s what’s funny. All the things you leave behind, they’re not in the distant past. You run into an old love and the sinews start forming instantly, what brought you together is still there, and you have to hang for a while to remember what pulled you apart.

And today Gord Downie died. I knew him. He was an artist more than a rock star. But I never thought he’d pass before me, at fifty three. Canada is mourning and New Orleans is sinking and my mother is still living when almost all of her friends have passed. Weekends are quiet, but she fills up the days, she’s game, she uses a walker but she gets around, went to a play at Yale Rep this afternoon and she’s got me totally scheduled for the next two days and it’s like she’ll be here forever but I know she won’t and I don’t want to contemplate this.

And high on cookies I decided to tackle four hundred and fifty e-mails and in the middle I found one from Jimmy Kimmel, inviting me to the taping today, with Howard, but I left Sirius straight for Connecticut and missed out.

Jimmy did the show and then went to see Springsteen.

I saw Springsteen at the Bottom Line back in ’74, when boasting about seeing an act early was a thing, before Bruce was a thing, after I became enamored of “The Wild, the Innocent…”

But we’re neither wild nor innocent anymore. We tend to be complacent and living on our laurels. Hell, Bruce Springsteen is selling nostalgia. A notch on the belt for supposed fans. But the truth is he not busy being born is busy dying and it’s Dylan who’s the beacon, who never gives us what we want but follows his own muse and I no longer want to go but I get it, you’ve got to keep pushing the envelope, keep searching, keep going when everybody else gives up, not to win, but to be happy, for the stimulation, embrace the new and unknown and you’ll have disappointments but also the experiences of a lifetime.

So I cannot go to sleep. For some reason Henley’s “End of the Innocence” keeps running through my head, I don’t know why, but it’s true, like that old Canadian band once sang, I’m an adult now, I’m responsible for my own life, I’ve got to go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do, with whoever I want to do it with…

And so should you…


via Lefsetz Letter

October 20, 2017 at 10:38AM

Me On The Wrap Up Show

Me On The Wrap Up Show

That’s right, tomorrow, Wednesday, I will be sitting down with John Hein and Gary Dell’Abate to discuss the day’s Howard Stern show and more. And either this rings your bell or it doesn’t. Either you’re a fan of Howard or you’re not. But Howard is the king of his world, which includes late night TV, it’s the number one get in celebrity interviews, so…

I’m excited.

Tonight I went to Morton’s for the Lead Edge Capital dinner. Pretty fascinating, one is rarely in such a group, people who’ve made it in their various fields and now have money to invest. The M&A attorney whose son started “The Source,” the CFO of Dell who opened his own bank in Austin, the guy who started and even a headhunter for hedge funds, who knew there was such a thing?

Although Ilana Weinstein does have an undergraduate degree from Penn and an MBA from Harvard. Not that she’s airy. Once you’re in the club everybody’s relaxed, but everybody’s a self-starter, everybody saw the light and went their own way, it’s kinda like the music business before it was codified, before they taught it at school, Jay Marciano dropped out of college to open a music store and then became a concert promoter, while still a student Irving Azoff represented WLS deejays and even flew to New York for an ultimately unproductive meeting with Morris Levy, Mo Ostin was running finance for Frank Sinatra before he became a label head, and the hedge fund/investment world is still a little wild despite now getting so much attention.

Mitchell Green, now thirty six, started Lead Edge Capital seven years ago. He had a hunch that Alibaba was a winner, he was right. But before that he raised $17 mil for a friend’s business that turned into 80, quite a return, but Mitchell BELIEVED! That’s akin to a music manager, or the old independent record company heads, never forget, Jerry Moss started out as a promotion man.

And after a bit of steak and wine, the discussion opens up. But it’s not about the content, but the business. Kinda like in music, only in music the discussion is how many tickets Taylor Swift will sell, in this case it’s about whether Netflix stock will go up or down. I was sitting next to an analyst, who’d spoken at the conference, sounds a bit like school, you’ve got to grind it out for quarterly numbers, they work hard for the money, and if you don’t like it…

And I like being in New York.

Everybody in L.A. wears sunglasses. But in New York the buildings are so tall and block so much sun that I was the only one walking with shades.

And everybody does walk. It’s good exercise. But when you bump into someone and excuse yourself you realize they’re not paying attention, do this in L.A. and the person turns around and glares, in New York they just soldier on.

And they talk to you. This is what I hate about Los Angeles, the lack of banter. Everywhere you go, people start up a conversation, it’s silent in the elevator in Los Angeles, but not in New York.

And speaking of elevators, I got into a conversation with a young woman from Mexico City. Her family spends summers in San Diego and Vail. You see there’s a rich circuit, and there’s tons of dough in Mexico, but most people are unaware, if you only saw how the other half lived, I went to Jerry Perenchio’s house and remarked that if everybody saw the property there’d be riots in the streets, it’s literally the “Beverly Hillbillies” house, there’s a long access road in Bel-Air, and it just went on the market for $350 million, and you don’t even know who Jerry Perenchio was.

He was an agent, and so much more.

And he hated publicity.

But the point is most business is not like entertainment, the movers and shakers are not in it for the glory, so you’ve got no idea who they are or what they’re doing or…

So it’s fascinating to be let inside.

I’m leaving tomorrow, going to visit my mother after Howard, so for those of you who e-mailed me about getting together, mea culpa, I wanted to do so much of it, but not as much as I wanted to go the cookie place recommended by attorney Judy Tint, the Levaine Bakery even has lines, I jones for chocolate chip cookies, my absolute favorite was David’s, I’m waiting to find something as good.

But there’s always next time.


via Lefsetz Letter

October 20, 2017 at 10:38AM

We can Keep Googling the GOOGLE Mark: Supreme Court Denies Cert

We can Keep Googling the GOOGLE Mark: Supreme Court Denies Cert

Many of us have been eagerly waiting to see whether the Supreme Court would consider Google’s potential genericness.

As Martha explained, the case began in 2012, after petitioners Chris Gillespie and David Elliot attempted to register hundreds of web domains that included the word “Google” together with a variety of different people, products, and brands (i.e.,  Google objected to the registrations, and Elliot filed a complaint (joined by Gillespie) in federal district court.  Elliot and Gillespie argued that “google” had become a generic term due to its common use as a verb.  The district court ruled against Elliot and Gillespie on summary judgment.

On appeal, the Ninth Circuit affirmed the lower court’s opinion.  As Tucker discussed recently, the Ninth Circuit held that “verb use does not automatically constitute generic use.”  The court clarified that the mere act of using the term as a verb does not render the mark generic unless it is used to refer to a type of good or service (i.e. an internet search generally).

Without comment, the Supreme Court denied Elliot’s and Gillespie’s petition for review.  (Notably, of the 7,000-8,000 petitions filed each year, the Supreme Court grants and hears argument in only about 80 of them.)

While Google is surely celebrating the Supreme Court’s refusal to hear the case, Band-Aid, Xerox, and Rollerblade are cheering right along with them, while cellophane, aspirin, and thermos look on with envy.

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October 20, 2017 at 09:07AM

You Have The Power

You Have The Power

June 12, 1993, presented me with a question.

Go anchor or go springboard?

Let the day pull me deeper than the Mariana Trench or propel me beyond Hubble’s view?

I flip flopped for years.

Today I’m still in Hubble’s view, and it’s been years since I hung with the bottom feeders, but I look around me and see the same struggles.

I’ve written in the past that one key piece of advice that I’ve had for young artists is that they enroll in business classes, so that they can protect themselves from the wolves.

There’s something else: Be prepared to fight. There are people who will try to hurt you—and they don’t all reside in Hollywood.

Be prepared to fight today. Be prepared to fight tomorrow. Be prepared to fight every day that follows.

And if you cross paths with a rabid wolf, don’t let it steal your soul.

Hold on tight and fight.

Fight for your ideas.

Fight for your work.

Fight for your mind.

Fight for your body.

Fight for everything you hold dear.

At the time it might feel like they have the power, but remember your own power and use it.

Your mind. Your body. Your soul.

You have the power.


via Steven Pressfield

October 20, 2017 at 03:30AM